Wonderland

Today, you were helping out behind the scenes—cleaning up, running errands, doing whatever the other staff didn’t have time for. The entire building was in chaos, people rushing around, shouting schedules, checking equipment. Apparently, some new boy group was debuting soon.

Like, in a week or something? You hadn’t seen them yet, but you had heard things.

"They’re gorgeous," One of the stylists whispered while curling a wig. "Like, inhuman levels of beautiful."

That alone was enough to catch your attention.

You weren’t trying to ogle anyone. You just needed some visual inspiration. For art, obviously.

So when someone asked you to bring water to the practice room? You may or may not have speed-walked your way there with the excitement of a fangirl and the blank expression of a very tired assistant.

The moment you opened the door, chaos greeted you. They were arguing. And loud.

Great for drama. Better for material.

"Do you want to achieve world domination or not?!" The black-haired one snapped, voice sharp like he was conducting a military operation instead of a boy group practice.

"Then hit the beat— on time!"

Ah, the leader. Jinu, you think was his name.

"You're 0.5 seconds off." The one who's half of his face was covered with hair flatly said.

"I told you, it’s called flair." Said the one with pink hair, heart-shaped bangs framing his face.

"You mean lag." The mint haired muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

"Shut it." Groaned the one with the ridiculous muscles, dabbing sweat off his face like a disappointed gym coach. "Let’s just start from the top before Captain Serious combusts."

That’s when they noticed you.

But by then, you’d already seen them—and everything else.

Oh, your eyes. They were blinding.

It was like walking into a manhwa panel. Ethereal lighting. Sweat glistening on toned arms. Perfect jawlines. Tall, broad silhouettes. You barely managed not to trip over your own feet.

This was it. The vision. You felt it. The inspiration burning through your veins.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression as you set the bottles near the mirrors.

And then, you said it. Casual. Straight-faced. Deadpan. "If this is what world domination looks like, I think the lighting needs work."

Silence.

They stared, blinked, and glanced at one another. Confused.

Jinu sighed. "Let’s take five."

The rest of the group immediately relaxed, stretching, dropping to the floor, cheering like they’d survived a war. Understandable. You heard they’d been practicing for hours.

You tried not to stare. You failed.

A voice pulled your attention.

"Thanks for the drink, cutie." It's the long haired dude. His voice was smooth and his smile was confident, borderline illegal.

Romance. That had to be his stage name.

Your eyes did a quick scan. You were mentally labeling all of them. It wasn’t weird. Not in a weird way. No. This was research.

Another one, shirt clinging to his abs like it was painted on, snatched a bottle and chugged it like he hadn’t tasted water in days. Abby, clearly.

You blinked. He was broad. The kind of chest that made you think of shirt buttons fighting for their lives. He smirked at you.

You immediately looked away and bowed slightly, mouthing a silent apology for being caught staring.

Then your gaze moved to the one on his phone, laughing at something you can't tell.

"That's so dumb." Mint hair said under his breath. His face? Cute. His voice? Low. Totally not what you expected, but love. You eat that kinda character up in stories.

He must be Baby.

Then there was the guy with long pastel hair partially covering his face. He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even looked your way. Mysterious aura? Check. It's clear he's Mystery.

And finally, back to Jinu. The leader. He carried himself like someone dependable. Stern but fair, and he's like that because he wants to see them all succeed.

That's such an eye watering story.

You tried not to squeal. Really, you did. But your fingers were already itching to draw. You can't wait for break to come.

Speaking of break... You look at them. It's only been a minute since they started that. You shouldn't, yeah.

"Excuse me." And yet you're already speaking. "Would it be alright if I took some photos?"

The room quieted a little. You could practically hear their thoughts. Another poor staff member, helpless under their charms.

"Go ahead." Jinu said, offering a small smile. What a charming fella.

He seems like he’d be one of those knight captains in those historical webtoons. The kind who stands behind the throne, silent and strong, carrying the kingdom on his back without asking for thanks.

Daydreaming later, let’s get clicking!

With permission granted, you lit up and pulled out your phone, trying hard not to bounce in excitement. As soon as your camera opened, they were already posing.

Of course they were.

You took a few shots—clean, fast, a few from different angles. They assumed you were done. They assumed wrong.

You lowered your phone, frowned slightly, and pointed at Abby.

"Flex your arm. No—more toward that side. Yes, hold that. Chin down."

They all froze.

"Huh?" Abby blinked.

And just like that, a full-on impromptu photoshoot began. You were directing them like your life depended on it. They followed along, slightly confused but too prideful to stop now.

"Yo..." Abby muttered, peeking at one of the photos. "I didn’t know my abs could look this good. Muscle definition on point."

He's beyond satisfied and that boosts your confidence in your photography skills yet again.

Soon, the rest of them were swarming your phone, snatching it to see their pictures and gawk at their undeniably gorgeous self.

Before chaos could start between them, you took your phone back in your hands as a really huge and bright smile was on your face.

"Thank you so much for indulging this staff member her request!" You made your way to the door with an awkward half-bow, twisting the knob, turning back one last time.

"I’m rooting for you guys! You got this!"

And with that, you were gone. Silence lingered in the room.

"So are we just letting random staff direct us now?" Baby asked, glancing at the others. "Cool. Cool cool cool."

"Yeah." Romance agreed with a nod. "But she's cute isn't she?"

"Every girl’s cute to you." Abby said, bumping his shoulder against him and tossing an arm lazily around Romance’s neck. "Get new taste, man."

"She didn’t even ask for an autograph." Jinu added, almost puzzled. Usually people would ask for that. He did his research well, you know.

"She just wanted photos." Mystery mumbled, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Of us," Abby said proudly, a sudden, inexplicable breeze swept through the room—no open windows, no vents. Just vibes(?)

The edge of Abby’s fitted shirt lifted slightly, just enough to reveal a flash of perfectly sculpted abs.

He smirked. "Duh."

Fast forward—

Your first day ended early. Convenient, right? That meant more time to look at the pictures you took earlier. You couldn’t wait to study those shots, not in a weird way.

You’d been stuck on one panel of your webtoon for days, and no matter how deep you dove into Pinterest or Google, nothing looked quite right.

But thanks to that idol group, your prayers were answered. Sort of.

You expected to be on the bus by now, earbuds in, zoning out to music. Instead, you were standing in front of a convenience store, digging through your bag for your wallet when a realization hit you like a truck.

No cable. No charger. Not even a hint of it.

You double-checked. Nope. Gone.

You groaned out loud, dragging a hand down your face.

"Perfect." You muttered with a scowl. "Love that for me."

Then again, a bit of late-night cardio never hurt anyone. Yeah, scratch that shit. The universe clearly hated you.

The studio was still unlocked, the lobby empty. You flashed your staff ID in front of the scanner near the door—it beeped, the lock clicked, and in you went.

The overhead lights had been dimmed. Most of the staff were long gone. The silence was oddly calming.

You retraced your steps, mentally going through every place you'd stopped during the day. The break room was empty. No luck. The side lounge? Same story.

Third option: the rehearsal room.

You sighed. "Third time’s the charm." You mumbled, adjusting the strap on your bag as you headed down the hallway.

Your steps slowed as you neared the practice room. The door was closed, but voices leaked through—low, intense. Not the usual banter or off-key singing. Just… murmurs. Uneven. Cult-like.

You blinked. 'Holy hell, they’re still practicing?'

You glanced at your phone. It was late. Your shift ended an hour ago.

What are they made of? Protein powder and ambition?

What are they eating? Dreams? Caffeine? Hope??

You needed to ask. Not for curiosity. For survival. Your deadline was crawling up your spine like a tax collector and you were this close to drawing stick figures for tomorrow’s update.

The lights under the door flickered—blue, then red, then something that looked like a Windows error message.

You stared. Paused. Maybe they were testing stage lights.

Maybe they were summoning Satan. You didn't care. You just needed your charger. So you pushed the door open.

"I’m really sorry for disturbing you, but—" No matter how tired you were from today’s chaos, you still had manners.

They stood in a loose circle, shadows stretched long and unnatural, and… was that a portal? How the hell did they manage that?

If it was an illusion, it was top-tier. What were they feeding these hologram artists? Everyone in this team was way too talented.

Six heads snapped toward you.

You only blinked, admiration shining in your eyes. "Cool cosplay. Is this for the music video?"

A beat of silence.

Then your gaze flicked to the ceiling, eyes narrowing in critique. "Lighting’s a bit much, though. Shadows are swallowing Jinu’s jawline—tragic. Tilt the main source up just a bit next time."

You said what you said and you don't want to wait for a reply. You turn on your phone flashlight and started scanning the floor, stepping past the demon-plush aesthetic like you were dodging cables on a cluttered set.

There. Your charger lay near the edge of the mirror wall.

You scooped it up with a triumphant sigh and gave them all a quick thumbs-up.

"Good luck on the scene rehearsal." You chirped, already walking toward the door.

Click.

The door shut behind you, leaving nothing but baffled beings.

"…Who was that?" One of the figures finally asked, voice low and sharp.

"Staff." Abby replied, blinking.

"A weird human." Baby added, eyes at the door just like the others.

The tallest demon tilted its head, "Should we take care of her?"

The hunger was clear in its tone. Like it could already taste your soul.

Jinu was the first to speak. "No," He said sharply. "Not yet."

There was a pause. The demon turned slightly toward him. "You hesitate."

"I don’t make moves without information." Jinu said, arms crossed. "She’s… off."

"Off?" One of the smaller ones asked. "She looked normal."

"She looked like she was analyzing us," He muttered as he thought back to your behavior from earlier. "Not scared. Not confused. She looked like she’d seen stranger things."

"She was watching our movements earlier," Mystery informed from his corner, his voice soft. "Sketchpad in her lap."

"You sure it's not some fanfic crap?" Baby deadpanned.

"No." Jinu replied, tone quieter now. "It wasn’t that kind of writing. It was too structured. Like she was mapping something out. Watching patterns."

The demons seemed vaguely amused by the theory.

"So… a spy?" One of them asked, half-joking.

"Maybe," Jinu’s expression darkened. "Or something else. Either way, I’ll figure it out."

He didn’t voice the rest:

She looked one of the demon in the eye like she was judging him.

She also told them to fix the lighting.

She moved like the demon was interrupting her schedule.

Either she’s an expert who’ll be a problem later…or just another idiot with good timing and bad boundaries. Still. Better to play it safe.

The demons didn’t press. They glanced at one another then shrugged. Fine. Let him figure it out. Would’ve been more fun if he let them eat her soul, but hey—he’s the leader.

Without another word, they vanished through the pink portals back to the demon realm, leaving behind silence.

It didn’t last long.

Romance sighed dreamily. "Okay but… if she is a spy, she’s kinda hot."

Jinu didn’t reply. He just rubbed his temples, the beginnings of a headache forming right behind his eyes.

First a debut, now possible espionage from the world’s most dead-eyed assistant with a sketchpad.

Great.

He’d already built enough stress to level a small village. Now this?

…Cool. Fine. He’ll handle it. He always does.

Still.

Lighting advice?? Who just— No. Never mind. He stood straighter, his focus clear as glass.

He'll take care of you sooner or later once he knows your motive.

And so you lived through the first day of your new side-job.

Sure, it ended with strange flickering lights, a suspiciously cult-like gathering, and the very real possibility that the idol group you just met might be into LARPing or, worse, weird method acting.

But hey, sick concept. You respect the dedication. You genuinely hoped they listened to your advice about the lighting.

Still, your charger was back in your bag, your sketchpad was bursting with ideas, you get to draw that panel finally, and your rent wouldn’t pay itself.

So, if a bunch of pretty boys wanted to summon smoke and dramatic lighting on company time?

Not your business—as long as they made great reference material.

As you draw, you think things like:

Abby’s arms practically had their own agency. You swore his biceps flexed every time he blinked.

Jinu looked like a man carrying the weight of his group… and your outstanding bills.

And Romance? Prince face, main character energy, and probably the type to Google himself just to read the fan comments.

You, on the other hand, were so innocently, completely unaware of what awaited you.

Probably harassment, but definitely plot.

Day 2: HR Is Not Ready for This

You didn’t expect much on your second day.

Maybe some light sweating, a few awkward water runs, and enough quiet time to sneak in some sketching or brainstorm for ideas on your story.

You just wanted to observe, breathe, survive. Simple.

But the universe and apparently five very nosy boys had other plans.

The moment you entered the room, the air shifted. Not dramatically. Just enough to feel… watched.

Your gaze moved from one to the next—Abby adjusting his shirt (and definitely flexing more than needed), Mystery casually stretching nearby like a ninja cat, Baby muttering to himself while scrolling, and Jinu… he was definitely looking at you.

But you didn’t notice that.

You were too focused on your clipboard, scribbling poses and notes like a diligent little artist.

"You’ve been staring again."

You jumped a little. Jinu’s voice. Low. Observant.

You blinked up at him. "Oh, um— sorry?"

His brow arched before a tiny smile tugged at his lips. An attempt to lighten up the air around. "It’s fine. Just… felt like you were memorizing our skeletons."

You laughed, a little too nervously. "No! I mean—well, kind of? I’m an artist."

"...Right."

Was that judgment? You should be offended, right? Yes. But inside.

"It’s for character design," You explained. "I draw for webtoons. You guys are… kind of perfect models."

Jinu studied you. Scribbly. Polite. Very tired. But his gut didn’t trust you. "…Just don’t publish anything weird about us."

You gave him a two-finger salute. "No promises."

He walked off—suspicious, calculating, and weirdly handsome about it.

You sighed, then looked down. You’d circled a line on your page.

"Too symmetrical. Suspicious."

The second day at work is fun! Yeah, right. Fucking fuck. Today's exhausting. And not the "Wow, they’re so dreamy, I’m swooning~" kind.

No. This was “I swear to god if one of them breathes over my shoulder again, I will throw this pen” level of tired.

You were just trying to observe quietly, take notes, and survive the shift.

But subtle glances? Apparently that translated to "please, harass me."

Romance started singing, badly, every time your pen moved. Said it helped set the mood. You told him to change the playlist.

Abby kept "accidentally" standing right in your view. Shirt raised. Flex engaged. Asking, "How’s the lighting on my triceps now?"

Mystery appeared over your shoulder with zero warning, stared at your sketch, nodded, then vanished again like an IKEA ghost.

Baby? Baby muttered your critique out loud just to mess with you.

"‘Neck angle inconsistent’? Wow, harsh." All while smirking so handsomely. Baby. As in the one from hell. With Wi-Fi and zero respect for your peace. Like his fucking members.

You squinted at him, nearly blessing the world with the ugliest scowl known to man. "How are you even reading that from across the room?"

He didn’t answer. He just smiled wider.

Oh, these bastards were enjoying your suffering.

Was bullying the new staff part of their team-building exercises? Hazing disguised as charisma? They haven’t even debuted yet!

The audacity when their Spotify numbers are still at zero.

You'd think world domination came with manners, but no.

Contrary to their faces—artfully sculpted by angels or Photoshop—their personalities were straight-up hellspawn. (Ironic.)

By the time you were done, your social battery had collapsed into dust. You passed by a staff member in the hallway, maybe a stylist or someone from props.

"You look… drained."

You nodded. "Drained is generous. I feel like I’ve been emotionally dry-cleaned."

They laughed. You didn’t. You're mourning your peace.

Meanwhile, back in the practice room:

The air was quieter now. But tense.

Jinu stood near the speaker, arms crossed. His expression unreadable. "She’s hiding something."

The others didn’t laugh this time.

"Maybe she’s just weird." Baby offered his thought.

"Doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous." Jinu replied.

"So what, we just keep annoying her until she cracks?" Romance said, upside-down on the couch, legs kicking in the air like a chaotic cat.

"No." Jinu’s eyes didn’t waver. "We keep watching her until she shows us what she’s really here for.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Abby grinned like he's excited and can't wait to act whatever on his mind. "So. Strategic pestering. Got it."

Jinu didn’t stop him, or anyone of the boys. Whatever it takes to make you crack he guess.

Later that night, you collapsed at your desk.

Still alive. Barely.

You flipped open your sketchpad, flipping past pages of poses, muscle references, and narrowed notes.

"Abby’s arms could run their own business."

"Romance: pretty, but loud."

"Baby = gremlin with a phone."

"Mystery—??? Stop teleporting???"

You sighed, poked at your charger, then scribbled one last line before calling it a night.

If tomorrow’s like this again, I might fake a cold. Or a coma. Or both.

Nobody knew exactly who—or what—these women were. Were they humans? Demons? Something else entirely? One thing was clear: they had just turned the entire music industry upside down.

And they weren't just popular. They were a phenomenon.

"Wait, wait, wait. They have six Lamborghinis?" Zoey groaned dramatically, flopped upside down on the living room couch, her head dangling over the edge as she rewatched K/DA's "POP/STARS" music video for the fifth time. Her voice was laced with disbelief and mild existential dread.

"No," Mira corrected, seated calmly beside her with arms crossed. She gestured at the screen just as the purple Lamborghini purred onto the scene, driven by none other than the sultry diva herself. "That makes seven. Evelynn just pulled up like she owns the world."

Before Zoey could scream into the cushions, Rumi entered the room, eyes glued to her phone. She stopped dead behind the couch, her expression darkening as her thumb hovered above the screen. She stared down at the streaming numbers in horror, then scoffed—half in disbelief, half in utter despair.

"Three hundred million streams. On their debut song." Her phone dropped to her side as she let the number sink in. "Who even does that?"

Zoey sat upright and paused the video. "You're kidding."

"She's not," Mira added grimly, turning toward Rumi. "And get this—it hasn't even been twenty-four hours."

Rumi let out a frustrated groan, pacing behind the couch. "Amazing. They drop from who knows where, probably with glitter bombs and magical backup dancers, and now they're a global sensation overnight?"

She stopped dead in her tracks, arms crossed, scowling at the paused screen of her phone. The image of Ahri—caught mid-hair flip, glowing under stage lights like some celestial being—mocked her with its effortless perfection. Her golden eyes sparkled, lips curled in a knowing smirk, as if she knew she'd just stolen the world's spotlight.

"Wow," Rumi muttered, her voice flat with disbelief. "Lucky us."

Zoey let out a weak laugh from where she was curled into the couch like she wanted to disappear into it. "I mean... I'm sure they'll just be a one-hit wonder?" Her gaze darted nervously from Mira to Rumi. "Right?"

Rumi turned slowly, tucking back the loose baby hairs that had escaped her braid in frustration. Her brow furrowed, but she tried to play it cool. "Probably..." she said, though even she didn't sound convinced.

Mira, sitting beside Zoey with her arms folded tightly, leaned forward slightly. "Give it a few days. The algorithm moves fast," she said with cool detachment. "They'll stop trending soon enough."

But even as the words left her mouth, the tension in the room said otherwise.

And oh, were they wrong.

Backstage at the Mnet Asian Music Awards was a tense battlefield of glitter, nerves, and forced calm. The Saja boys stood near Huntrix, every member trying to keep their cool as the countdown to the Best Pop Song nomination announcement ticked closer.

But one group was conspicuously absent from the backstage holding area.

K/DA

"They're stiff," Abby murmured, glancing sideways at Huntrix as he bumped shoulders with Jinu. His voice was low, but his eyes were sharp behind his stylized lenses. "Like, posture-perfect stiff."

Jinu followed his gaze. Huntrix stood like statues—beautiful, branded statues—each member in full stage armor, makeup immaculate, expressions unreadable.

"Tch." Baby didn't even look up from his iPad, the tap-tap of his fingers playing some rhythm game echoing faintly. "Wouldn't you be tense? Media's gonna spin whatever happens tonight into gospel."

"The narrative," Romance said with a crooked grin, flicking his thumb against a loose chain on his jacket. "You mean who the public sacrifices, and who becomes a legend for five minutes."

Jinu didn't answer.

He wasn't looking at Huntrix anymore.

His gaze had shifted—past the stylists rushing by, past the LED screens counting down to showtime, past the tension curling off every idol like mist.

He was looking at them.

The hallway buzzed with a subtle energy as four figures emerged, flanked by shadowy coordinators and lit by nothing more than their own magnetism.

K/DA had arrived.

Ahri led the way—every step calculated, every flick of her hair designed to kill softly. Behind her, Evelynn trailed like a jaguar ready to strike, her half-lidded gaze sweeping the room with feline disinterest. Kai'Sa moved with smooth athletic precision, nodding politely to a passing manager. And Akali—hood down, chewing gum, eyes sharp—was already sizing up the competition like she'd just walked into a battlefield instead of a music award show.

Jinu's brows lifted slightly.

"Oh," Abby whispered. "The new sensation have arrived, and they're not tense"

"No," Jinu murmured, almost to himself. "They're hungry."

And just like that, the atmosphere backstage changed.

K/DA came to a halt beside the Saja boys, their heels clicking against the pavement, sleek silhouettes bathed in the neon flicker of backstage lights. Behind the Huntrix girls, the tension shifted almost instantly. Ahri cast a quick glance toward the Saja unit, her gaze cool but respectful, offering them a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

Jinu, ever the perceptive leader, arched a brow and let out a low whistle, motioning for his group to take a cautious step back. The air shifted, thick with competitive energy.

Huntrix turned at the sound—Rumi at the front, Mira and Zoey flanking her like battle-scarred sentinels. As their eyes landed on the newcomers, time seemed to slow.

Ahri stepped forward slightly, voice smooth as silk. "So you're Huntrix," she said, her tone not quite condescending, but not reverent either. "It's finally nice to meet the name."

Her eyes locked with Rumi's, and for a moment, it was like a mirror—two leaders forged by different fires, sizing each other up with quiet intensity.

Akali, leaning lazily to one side, blew a sharp pop of her gum and looked Zoey over with an unbothered smirk. "You're the one who swings that flaming chain, right? Saw a clip. Not bad."

Zoey's eye twitched. "Want a demo?"

Evelynn's lip curled slightly as she regarded Mira from head to toe, violet gaze calculating. "You look like someone who's tasted blood before. I like that."

Rumi barely swallowed the sudden chill in her chest. K/DA looked sharp—too sharp. Their confidence wasn't loud, but it pressed down like a weight. If you asked a random person on the street, someone who didn't know the scene, they'd probably point at K/DA and say they're the veterans.

The irony stung. In reality, Huntrix had been in the game for years—fighting demons, surviving scandals, holding the line between two worlds. K/DA? They had debuted less than a week ago. But standing here, they looked like they owned the night.

Rumi could feel the doubt trying to creep in—until she shoved it down.

"K/DA," she said, steadying her voice, "We've heard of you too."

Ahri's expression twitched—barely. But to a trained eye like Rumi's, it was enough. A flicker of irritation? Challenge? Confidence?

"Have you?" Ahri said coolly, her voice velvet-smooth but edged like a blade. Her eyes gleamed beneath the stage lights. "We're just getting started."

Rumi met her gaze without flinching. The corner of her mouth curled into a small, defiant smirk. "So are we," she replied, her tone steady as her eyes hardened. "Again."

The tension crackled in the air between them like static—rivals in different realms, but equals on this battlefield.

"And now," the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, "give it up for the global phenomenon, the queens of virtual pop! With over five hundred million streams on their debut single—POP/STARS—it's K/DA!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave. Spotlights swirled as Ahri strode past Rumi without a backward glance, her heels clicking against the stage like a countdown. Evelynn followed, sparing Mira a sly, lingering glance over her shoulder. Her lips curled into a dark chuckle, as if savoring the tension like a fine wine.

Kai'Sa trailed behind them with practiced grace, her body relaxed, movements fluid, as if nothing could touch her. Nonchalance wrapped around her like armor.

Then came Akali— swagger casual. She raised one hand and began bobbing her head to the beat already rolling in from the speakers. The bass dropped. The crowd roared. Before taking her place, she turned and gave Zoey a cocky grin.

"Try to keep up," she said, winking.

He flashes you a grin, completely unfazed by your confusion. Then it hits you—what he just said. Your eyes widen. Without even thinking, you smack the stack of posters right onto his face, catching him square on the nose.

“Ah! What the—” he yelps, throwing his hands up to guard himself.

“You—” smack “Really,” smack “Have,” smack “The,” smack “Audacity,” smack “To Pull,” and one final smack “This joke after you all left me earlier?!” you snap, each word punctuated with a hit of the posters.

“Well, I came back now, didn’t I?” he replies, his face scrunching in genuine confusion. Honestly, weren’t girls supposed to like this kind of thing? Back in his day, he would’ve had a girl blushing and stammering just because he made eye contact.

You let out an irritated huff. “Yeah, ’cause that totally makes up for the two times you all ditched me today.” You grumble as you shove the last of your things back into your bag, clearly over it.

You can’t believe that just when you thought you were finally warming up to them, they pull something like this. Ugh. Stupid, stupid self! What were you expecting? You’re all from the demon realm, get it together.

While mentally dragging yourself for being delusional, you start walking away—not knowing where to go next. Though now that you think about it… you’re kinda craving boba.

He watches you walk away, clearly still upset about earlier—when he and the others left you behind. 

Hey! It wasn’t his fault. It was Jinu’s idea to pull that stunt. He shouldn’t have been the one getting smacked in the face with those posters!

He follows you quickly, jogging to catch up. He then snatches the bag you were holding in your right hand and casually slings it over his left shoulder.

“Uh—hey! Give that back—” you say, turning toward him, trying to take it with your left hand. He effortlessly dodges your attempts, then places both hands on your shoulders. Before you can react, he moves you to his right side—placing himself on the side closer to the road.

The action makes you turn to him, eyebrows furrowing again at his behavior.

“What are you doing?”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, then shrugs.

“What? You’re irrelevant to me,” he says nonchalantly, before looking back ahead. He wraps an arm around your shoulder briefly to steer you away from a lamp post, then drops it again, tucking his hand back into his pocket. The other still holds your bag.

Irrele— I’m what to him?

“I’m… irrelevant to you?” you repeat, still thrown off.

He chuckles, “Yeah, like you mean something to me. You’re still my manager, you know.” He finishes that sentence, but you catch him mumbling something else under his breath—you just couldn’t hear what.

You think about it for a second before asking, “Did you mean relevant?”

“Hm?”

“Well…” you begin, “you said I mean something to you. Irrelevant is like... the opposite of that,” you explain.

You watch as he thinks it over, still walking beside you, bag slung over his shoulder.

“So…” he starts slowly, “you’re… relevant to me?” he finishes, tone unsure.

You try not to smile at the exchange. You’ve noticed he always tries to use big words—but rarely uses them right. Honestly, it’s kind of endearing.

“Mhm,” is all you say in response, now facing forward again. With your hands clasped behind your back, you continue walking—still unsure where you’ll… the two of you will go.

“Will you be going with us to that variety show?” Baby says out of nowhere, interrupting the silence between you two.

You scrunch your nose, “Duh, I’m the one with the verification. They wouldn’t even let you near the backdoors if you all went without me,” you finish explaining.

Baby nods, then adds, “What are we gonna do exactly at a variety show?”

“Well, based on the title Play Games With Us… I think you’re gonna play,” you reply sarcastically before continuing, “But really, we decided for Saja Boys to play the Spice Challenge.” You giggle to yourself when you tell him.

“Aren’t the others really bad at handling spice?” he says, looking up as if thinking about it.

You giggle again, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I agreed to it.”

Ha! Serves them right for leaving you here. 

In your face, Jinu!

You can hear Baby hum at your response.

The two of you are still walking on the sidewalk. You look around and see different types of people passing by. A couple of students laughing. An elderly man with a stand selling street food. The sound of cars and people chatting all around. 

It looks and sounds alive… It’s like you never died at all.

You… missed this.

It was just like how you remembered before you…

Well, almost.

You clearly remember you didn’t have a conventionally hot, gorgeous, attractive guy beside you, holding your bag, guiding you by the shoulder from time to time so you wouldn’t bump into any inanimate objects, and DEFINITELY not holding both your shoulders and placing himself closer to the road while the two of you walked.

Fuck! 

It’s like you’re really living in a drama right now.

The only thing missing is probably some music, an umbrella, and him holding it above you so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain.

While you’re off in your fantasies, thinking about those romance scenes in dramas, you’re suddenly interrupted by something being placed on top of your head, almost covering your eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stop walking and touch what was just placed on your head.

Is that a… 

Before you can take it off, Baby puts his hand over yours and tugs it down further.

“It’s starting to rain…” he says, trailing off while looking at the sky. The sunset is just starting to fade.

“Let’s head back,” he says suddenly, still holding your hand—your hand still holding the thing he put on top of your head. 

Then, in a blink, you’re back again outside the building where you and the other boys currently reside.

You blink multiple times, slightly dazed from going from the human realm’s brightness to the demon realm’s dark sky and surroundings.

You look at Baby, who’s beside you, now fixing your bag that he’s still carrying.

“Wait… you could’ve teleported us the whole time?” you start.

He glances at you while brushing nonexistent dust off his sweater.

“Yup,” he says, then proceeds to walk inside the abandoned building.

“Then…” you say, “what was the purpose of walking?” Confusion laces your voice.

Damn. 

These boys just keep confusing you more and more.

He doesn’t reply—just like that time he asked you to braid his hair. He simply disappears inside with your bag.

You keep staring at the door he walked through. Scratching your head, you then realize you’re still wearing his yellow cap.

You hadn’t even noticed it properly until now, since you couldn’t see it clearly when he placed it on your head.

You sigh.

God… if you’re hearing this.

What the fuck.

—

The sound of cheering and clapping echoed all throughout the set as the audience hollered in excitement for Who Can Chug the Most Hot Sauce?—a chaotic game between the Saja Boys and one of the variety show’s co-hosts.

Watching from backstage, you giggled behind your clipboard as all of the boys—except Baby—looked seconds away from throwing up. 

Honestly, this was fun. Maybe you should start signing them up for more variety shows like this.

You then caught whispers coming from somewhere to your left. Curious, you walked over to investigate—only to find… three girls.

In leather?

They were whispering to each other when one of them, the one with long pink hair, noticed you and started nudging the girl beside her.

“Hey—hey!” the pink-haired one whispered sharply, trying to get the attention of the girl with purple-ish braided hair.

“What is it, Mira?!” the second girl hissed, not-so-quietly.

Mira gestured obviously in your direction. All three of them turned to look at you. You stared back, equally confused.

“She’s wearing that other guy’s hat!” the girl with short dark hair gasped, pointing at the top of your head.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god… she’s that little twerp’s girlfriend?” Mira exclaimed, mouth agape.

“What?! No! I-I’m their m-mana–ger!” you stammered, flustered and clearly caught off guard.

Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, you asked, “W–who are you guys? Why are you backstage? This area’s for crew only!”

You eyed their outfits suspiciously. 

Yeah, there was no way they were staff.

They exchanged glances, realizing something.

“The Saja Boys have a manager?” Zoey whispered to the others. “Does that mean she’s a demon too?”

“She can’t be,” Rumi countered. “She doesn’t even know who we are.”

“She could just be pretending not to recognize us,” Mira suggested, though she didn’t sound convinced either.

They turned back to you in unison. You were still standing there, watching them like they were the ones acting weird—because they were.

“Uhh… if you’re not part of the crew, you really shouldn’t be back here,” you said again, firmer this time. 

Then something clicked.

“Oh! Are you guys fans of Saja Boys?” you asked, suddenly chipper.

They all paused, glanced at each other, then nodded in awkward unison.

“Y–yes…” the girl with the braids began, “I’m Rumi, I’m a big fan of… their leader.”

You stare at her, holding back an eye-roll.

Jinu? Seriously? Ew.

But you forced a smile. “Oh, that’s nice! He’s a fantastic leader and vocalist.”

Fantastic my ass. Guy doesn’t even know how to use a phone.

You turned to the other two. They were still staring at each other.

“I’m Zoey,” the dark-haired one said finally. “My bias is, uhh… mhmm… probably… all?”

Mira jumped in quickly, “Y–yeah! Same! Just… can’t choose.”

You squinted a little, looking at them slightly suspicious.

They all start sweating on the inside, praying you didn’t catch on their lie.

You didn’t.

“Oh, I get that! I was totally an OT stan in most groups too. Believe me, I could not choose just one.”

You were already filled with the joy of finally getting to talk about something normal for once. But before you could gush about your past bias list, your phone started ringing.

You took it out of your pocket and glanced at the screen.

The bathhouse. 

The one the boys begged you to reserve for their “relaxation” after this oh-so-hectic day.

Yeah, right.

Try managing five full-grown actual demons who act like children—then we’ll talk about who’s having a “hectic” day.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this. Good luck getting pics with the guys!” you said quickly, flashing a fist pump. “Fighting!” you added in a whisper-shout before answering the call.

“Hi, yes, this is Saja Boys’ manager,” you said as you walked off, heading toward the exit to take the call in private—completely unaware of the confused and slight suspicious looks HUNTR/X were giving you as you walked out the door.

—

The call took longer than you expected.

You’re now walking back to the set, checking the time and realizing they’ve probably wrapped up the live show already. As you make your way down the hallway, your mind drifts back to the three girls you saw earlier.

Is it just you, or did they look weirdly familiar? Like you’d seen them somewhere before, but for the life of you, you can’t pinpoint where or when.

While you’re distracted, completely lost in thought, someone suddenly lifts you off the ground, and you shriek from the shock of being picked up.

The next thing you know, you’re slung over someone’s shoulder—your face pressed awkwardly against their back like a sack of potatoes.

“What the—Abby?!” you yell, clutching onto whatever fabric you can grab, because one wrong move and you’re absolutely going to eat pavement.

“Hey, Manager,” he says casually—while running.

“Why are you running?! What’s going on??” you shout, trying to steady your voice even as your head spins from the sheer velocity. Being carried like this is already bad enough, but this man is sprinting.

And holy shit, he’s carrying you like you weigh absolutely nothing.

“Long story short, the demon hunters were waiting for us backstage then followed us to the bathhouse,” you hear someone else say—somewhere ahead of you. “Now we’re running from them.”

You squint, trying to lift your head and see who the hell is talking, but yeah—no. You’re upside down and it’s not happening.

“Uhh… who—”

“Romance,” the voice says coolly, as if he wasn’t running as well.

“Romance! Uh, yeah…” you start to reply, but it’s kind of hard to keep a conversation going when your blood is rushing to your head and your life is flashing before your eyes.

Wait.

Did he just say demon hunters?

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He flashes you a grin, completely unfazed by your confusion. Then it hits you—what he just said. Your eyes widen. Without even thinking, you smack the stack of posters right onto his face, catching him square on the nose.

“Ah! What the—” he yelps, throwing his hands up to guard himself.

“You—” smack “Really,” smack “Have,” smack “The,” smack “Audacity,” smack “To Pull,” and one final smack “This joke after you all left me earlier?!” you snap, each word punctuated with a hit of the posters.

“Well, I came back now, didn’t I?” he replies, his face scrunching in genuine confusion. Honestly, weren’t girls supposed to like this kind of thing? Back in his day, he would’ve had a girl blushing and stammering just because he made eye contact.

You let out an irritated huff. “Yeah, ’cause that totally makes up for the two times you all ditched me today.” You grumble as you shove the last of your things back into your bag, clearly over it.

You can’t believe that just when you thought you were finally warming up to them, they pull something like this. Ugh. Stupid, stupid self! What were you expecting? You’re all from the demon realm, get it together.

While mentally dragging yourself for being delusional, you start walking away—not knowing where to go next. Though now that you think about it… you’re kinda craving boba.

He watches you walk away, clearly still upset about earlier—when he and the others left you behind. 

Hey! It wasn’t his fault. It was Jinu’s idea to pull that stunt. He shouldn’t have been the one getting smacked in the face with those posters!

He follows you quickly, jogging to catch up. He then snatches the bag you were holding in your right hand and casually slings it over his left shoulder.

“Uh—hey! Give that back—” you say, turning toward him, trying to take it with your left hand. He effortlessly dodges your attempts, then places both hands on your shoulders. Before you can react, he moves you to his right side—placing himself on the side closer to the road.

The action makes you turn to him, eyebrows furrowing again at his behavior.

“What are you doing?”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, then shrugs.

“What? You’re irrelevant to me,” he says nonchalantly, before looking back ahead. He wraps an arm around your shoulder briefly to steer you away from a lamp post, then drops it again, tucking his hand back into his pocket. The other still holds your bag.

Irrele— I’m what to him?

“I’m… irrelevant to you?” you repeat, still thrown off.

He chuckles, “Yeah, like you mean something to me. You’re still my manager, you know.” He finishes that sentence, but you catch him mumbling something else under his breath—you just couldn’t hear what.

You think about it for a second before asking, “Did you mean relevant?”

“Hm?”

“Well…” you begin, “you said I mean something to you. Irrelevant is like... the opposite of that,” you explain.

You watch as he thinks it over, still walking beside you, bag slung over his shoulder.

“So…” he starts slowly, “you’re… relevant to me?” he finishes, tone unsure.

You try not to smile at the exchange. You’ve noticed he always tries to use big words—but rarely uses them right. Honestly, it’s kind of endearing.

“Mhm,” is all you say in response, now facing forward again. With your hands clasped behind your back, you continue walking—still unsure where you’ll… the two of you will go.

“Will you be going with us to that variety show?” Baby says out of nowhere, interrupting the silence between you two.

You scrunch your nose, “Duh, I’m the one with the verification. They wouldn’t even let you near the backdoors if you all went without me,” you finish explaining.

Baby nods, then adds, “What are we gonna do exactly at a variety show?”

“Well, based on the title Play Games With Us… I think you’re gonna play,” you reply sarcastically before continuing, “But really, we decided for Saja Boys to play the Spice Challenge.” You giggle to yourself when you tell him.

“Aren’t the others really bad at handling spice?” he says, looking up as if thinking about it.

You giggle again, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I agreed to it.”

Ha! Serves them right for leaving you here. 

In your face, Jinu!

You can hear Baby hum at your response.

The two of you are still walking on the sidewalk. You look around and see different types of people passing by. A couple of students laughing. An elderly man with a stand selling street food. The sound of cars and people chatting all around. 

It looks and sounds alive… It’s like you never died at all.

You… missed this.

It was just like how you remembered before you…

Well, almost.

You clearly remember you didn’t have a conventionally hot, gorgeous, attractive guy beside you, holding your bag, guiding you by the shoulder from time to time so you wouldn’t bump into any inanimate objects, and DEFINITELY not holding both your shoulders and placing himself closer to the road while the two of you walked.

Fuck! 

It’s like you’re really living in a drama right now.

The only thing missing is probably some music, an umbrella, and him holding it above you so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain.

While you’re off in your fantasies, thinking about those romance scenes in dramas, you’re suddenly interrupted by something being placed on top of your head, almost covering your eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stop walking and touch what was just placed on your head.

Is that a… 

Before you can take it off, Baby puts his hand over yours and tugs it down further.

“It’s starting to rain…” he says, trailing off while looking at the sky. The sunset is just starting to fade.

“Let’s head back,” he says suddenly, still holding your hand—your hand still holding the thing he put on top of your head. 

Then, in a blink, you’re back again outside the building where you and the other boys currently reside.

You blink multiple times, slightly dazed from going from the human realm’s brightness to the demon realm’s dark sky and surroundings.

You look at Baby, who’s beside you, now fixing your bag that he’s still carrying.

“Wait… you could’ve teleported us the whole time?” you start.

He glances at you while brushing nonexistent dust off his sweater.

“Yup,” he says, then proceeds to walk inside the abandoned building.

“Then…” you say, “what was the purpose of walking?” Confusion laces your voice.

Damn. 

These boys just keep confusing you more and more.

He doesn’t reply—just like that time he asked you to braid his hair. He simply disappears inside with your bag.

You keep staring at the door he walked through. Scratching your head, you then realize you’re still wearing his yellow cap.

You hadn’t even noticed it properly until now, since you couldn’t see it clearly when he placed it on your head.

You sigh.

God… if you’re hearing this.

What the fuck.

—

The sound of cheering and clapping echoed all throughout the set as the audience hollered in excitement for Who Can Chug the Most Hot Sauce?—a chaotic game between the Saja Boys and one of the variety show’s co-hosts.

Watching from backstage, you giggled behind your clipboard as all of the boys—except Baby—looked seconds away from throwing up. 

Honestly, this was fun. Maybe you should start signing them up for more variety shows like this.

You then caught whispers coming from somewhere to your left. Curious, you walked over to investigate—only to find… three girls.

In leather?

They were whispering to each other when one of them, the one with long pink hair, noticed you and started nudging the girl beside her.

“Hey—hey!” the pink-haired one whispered sharply, trying to get the attention of the girl with purple-ish braided hair.

“What is it, Mira?!” the second girl hissed, not-so-quietly.

Mira gestured obviously in your direction. All three of them turned to look at you. You stared back, equally confused.

“She’s wearing that other guy’s hat!” the girl with short dark hair gasped, pointing at the top of your head.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god… she’s that little twerp’s girlfriend?” Mira exclaimed, mouth agape.

“What?! No! I-I’m their m-mana–ger!” you stammered, flustered and clearly caught off guard.

Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, you asked, “W–who are you guys? Why are you backstage? This area’s for crew only!”

You eyed their outfits suspiciously. 

Yeah, there was no way they were staff.

They exchanged glances, realizing something.

“The Saja Boys have a manager?” Zoey whispered to the others. “Does that mean she’s a demon too?”

“She can’t be,” Rumi countered. “She doesn’t even know who we are.”

“She could just be pretending not to recognize us,” Mira suggested, though she didn’t sound convinced either.

They turned back to you in unison. You were still standing there, watching them like they were the ones acting weird—because they were.

“Uhh… if you’re not part of the crew, you really shouldn’t be back here,” you said again, firmer this time. 

Then something clicked.

“Oh! Are you guys fans of Saja Boys?” you asked, suddenly chipper.

They all paused, glanced at each other, then nodded in awkward unison.

“Y–yes…” the girl with the braids began, “I’m Rumi, I’m a big fan of… their leader.”

You stare at her, holding back an eye-roll.

Jinu? Seriously? Ew.

But you forced a smile. “Oh, that’s nice! He’s a fantastic leader and vocalist.”

Fantastic my ass. Guy doesn’t even know how to use a phone.

You turned to the other two. They were still staring at each other.

“I’m Zoey,” the dark-haired one said finally. “My bias is, uhh… mhmm… probably… all?”

Mira jumped in quickly, “Y–yeah! Same! Just… can’t choose.”

You squinted a little, looking at them slightly suspicious.

They all start sweating on the inside, praying you didn’t catch on their lie.

You didn’t.

“Oh, I get that! I was totally an OT stan in most groups too. Believe me, I could not choose just one.”

You were already filled with the joy of finally getting to talk about something normal for once. But before you could gush about your past bias list, your phone started ringing.

You took it out of your pocket and glanced at the screen.

The bathhouse. 

The one the boys begged you to reserve for their “relaxation” after this oh-so-hectic day.

Yeah, right.

Try managing five full-grown actual demons who act like children—then we’ll talk about who’s having a “hectic” day.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this. Good luck getting pics with the guys!” you said quickly, flashing a fist pump. “Fighting!” you added in a whisper-shout before answering the call.

“Hi, yes, this is Saja Boys’ manager,” you said as you walked off, heading toward the exit to take the call in private—completely unaware of the confused and slight suspicious looks HUNTR/X were giving you as you walked out the door.

—

The call took longer than you expected.

You’re now walking back to the set, checking the time and realizing they’ve probably wrapped up the live show already. As you make your way down the hallway, your mind drifts back to the three girls you saw earlier.

Is it just you, or did they look weirdly familiar? Like you’d seen them somewhere before, but for the life of you, you can’t pinpoint where or when.

While you’re distracted, completely lost in thought, someone suddenly lifts you off the ground, and you shriek from the shock of being picked up.

The next thing you know, you’re slung over someone’s shoulder—your face pressed awkwardly against their back like a sack of potatoes.

“What the—Abby?!” you yell, clutching onto whatever fabric you can grab, because one wrong move and you’re absolutely going to eat pavement.

“Hey, Manager,” he says casually—while running.

“Why are you running?! What’s going on??” you shout, trying to steady your voice even as your head spins from the sheer velocity. Being carried like this is already bad enough, but this man is sprinting.

And holy shit, he’s carrying you like you weigh absolutely nothing.

“Long story short, the demon hunters were waiting for us backstage then followed us to the bathhouse,” you hear someone else say—somewhere ahead of you. “Now we’re running from them.”

You squint, trying to lift your head and see who the hell is talking, but yeah—no. You’re upside down and it’s not happening.

“Uhh… who—”

“Romance,” the voice says coolly, as if he wasn’t running as well.

“Romance! Uh, yeah…” you start to reply, but it’s kind of hard to keep a conversation going when your blood is rushing to your head and your life is flashing before your eyes.

Wait.

Did he just say demon hunters?

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He flashes you a grin, completely unfazed by your confusion. Then it hits you—what he just said. Your eyes widen. Without even thinking, you smack the stack of posters right onto his face, catching him square on the nose.

“Ah! What the—” he yelps, throwing his hands up to guard himself.

“You—” smack “Really,” smack “Have,” smack “The,” smack “Audacity,” smack “To Pull,” and one final smack “This joke after you all left me earlier?!” you snap, each word punctuated with a hit of the posters.

“Well, I came back now, didn’t I?” he replies, his face scrunching in genuine confusion. Honestly, weren’t girls supposed to like this kind of thing? Back in his day, he would’ve had a girl blushing and stammering just because he made eye contact.

You let out an irritated huff. “Yeah, ’cause that totally makes up for the two times you all ditched me today.” You grumble as you shove the last of your things back into your bag, clearly over it.

You can’t believe that just when you thought you were finally warming up to them, they pull something like this. Ugh. Stupid, stupid self! What were you expecting? You’re all from the demon realm, get it together.

While mentally dragging yourself for being delusional, you start walking away—not knowing where to go next. Though now that you think about it… you’re kinda craving boba.

He watches you walk away, clearly still upset about earlier—when he and the others left you behind. 

Hey! It wasn’t his fault. It was Jinu’s idea to pull that stunt. He shouldn’t have been the one getting smacked in the face with those posters!

He follows you quickly, jogging to catch up. He then snatches the bag you were holding in your right hand and casually slings it over his left shoulder.

“Uh—hey! Give that back—” you say, turning toward him, trying to take it with your left hand. He effortlessly dodges your attempts, then places both hands on your shoulders. Before you can react, he moves you to his right side—placing himself on the side closer to the road.

The action makes you turn to him, eyebrows furrowing again at his behavior.

“What are you doing?”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, then shrugs.

“What? You’re irrelevant to me,” he says nonchalantly, before looking back ahead. He wraps an arm around your shoulder briefly to steer you away from a lamp post, then drops it again, tucking his hand back into his pocket. The other still holds your bag.

Irrele— I’m what to him?

“I’m… irrelevant to you?” you repeat, still thrown off.

He chuckles, “Yeah, like you mean something to me. You’re still my manager, you know.” He finishes that sentence, but you catch him mumbling something else under his breath—you just couldn’t hear what.

You think about it for a second before asking, “Did you mean relevant?”

“Hm?”

“Well…” you begin, “you said I mean something to you. Irrelevant is like... the opposite of that,” you explain.

You watch as he thinks it over, still walking beside you, bag slung over his shoulder.

“So…” he starts slowly, “you’re… relevant to me?” he finishes, tone unsure.

You try not to smile at the exchange. You’ve noticed he always tries to use big words—but rarely uses them right. Honestly, it’s kind of endearing.

“Mhm,” is all you say in response, now facing forward again. With your hands clasped behind your back, you continue walking—still unsure where you’ll… the two of you will go.

“Will you be going with us to that variety show?” Baby says out of nowhere, interrupting the silence between you two.

You scrunch your nose, “Duh, I’m the one with the verification. They wouldn’t even let you near the backdoors if you all went without me,” you finish explaining.

Baby nods, then adds, “What are we gonna do exactly at a variety show?”

“Well, based on the title Play Games With Us… I think you’re gonna play,” you reply sarcastically before continuing, “But really, we decided for Saja Boys to play the Spice Challenge.” You giggle to yourself when you tell him.

“Aren’t the others really bad at handling spice?” he says, looking up as if thinking about it.

You giggle again, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I agreed to it.”

Ha! Serves them right for leaving you here. 

In your face, Jinu!

You can hear Baby hum at your response.

The two of you are still walking on the sidewalk. You look around and see different types of people passing by. A couple of students laughing. An elderly man with a stand selling street food. The sound of cars and people chatting all around. 

It looks and sounds alive… It’s like you never died at all.

You… missed this.

It was just like how you remembered before you…

Well, almost.

You clearly remember you didn’t have a conventionally hot, gorgeous, attractive guy beside you, holding your bag, guiding you by the shoulder from time to time so you wouldn’t bump into any inanimate objects, and DEFINITELY not holding both your shoulders and placing himself closer to the road while the two of you walked.

Fuck! 

It’s like you’re really living in a drama right now.

The only thing missing is probably some music, an umbrella, and him holding it above you so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain.

While you’re off in your fantasies, thinking about those romance scenes in dramas, you’re suddenly interrupted by something being placed on top of your head, almost covering your eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stop walking and touch what was just placed on your head.

Is that a… 

Before you can take it off, Baby puts his hand over yours and tugs it down further.

“It’s starting to rain…” he says, trailing off while looking at the sky. The sunset is just starting to fade.

“Let’s head back,” he says suddenly, still holding your hand—your hand still holding the thing he put on top of your head. 

Then, in a blink, you’re back again outside the building where you and the other boys currently reside.

You blink multiple times, slightly dazed from going from the human realm’s brightness to the demon realm’s dark sky and surroundings.

You look at Baby, who’s beside you, now fixing your bag that he’s still carrying.

“Wait… you could’ve teleported us the whole time?” you start.

He glances at you while brushing nonexistent dust off his sweater.

“Yup,” he says, then proceeds to walk inside the abandoned building.

“Then…” you say, “what was the purpose of walking?” Confusion laces your voice.

Damn. 

These boys just keep confusing you more and more.

He doesn’t reply—just like that time he asked you to braid his hair. He simply disappears inside with your bag.

You keep staring at the door he walked through. Scratching your head, you then realize you’re still wearing his yellow beret.

You hadn’t even noticed it properly until now, since you couldn’t see it clearly when he placed it on your head.

You sigh.

God… if you’re hearing this.

What the fuck.

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The sound of cheering and clapping echoed all throughout the set as the audience hollered in excitement for Who Can Chug the Most Hot Sauce?—a chaotic game between the Saja Boys and one of the variety show’s co-hosts.

Watching from backstage, you giggled behind your clipboard as all of the boys—except Baby—looked seconds away from throwing up. 

Honestly, this was fun. Maybe you should start signing them up for more variety shows like this.

You then caught whispers coming from somewhere to your left. Curious, you walked over to investigate—only to find… three girls.

In leather?

They were whispering to each other when one of them, the one with long pink hair, noticed you and started nudging the girl beside her.

“Hey—hey!” the pink-haired one whispered sharply, trying to get the attention of the girl with purple-ish braided hair.

“What is it, Mira?!” the second girl hissed, not-so-quietly.

Mira gestured obviously in your direction. All three of them turned to look at you. You stared back, equally confused.

“She’s wearing that other guy’s hat!” the girl with short dark hair gasped, pointing at the top of your head.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god… she’s that little twerp’s girlfriend?” Mira exclaimed, mouth agape.

“What?! No! I-I’m their m-mana–ger!” you stammered, flustered and clearly caught off guard.

Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, you asked, “W–who are you guys? Why are you backstage? This area’s for crew only!”

You eyed their outfits suspiciously. 

Yeah, there was no way they were staff.

They exchanged glances, realizing something.

“The Saja Boys have a manager?” Zoey whispered to the others. “Does that mean she’s a demon too?”

“She can’t be,” Rumi countered. “She doesn’t even know who we are.”

“She could just be pretending not to recognize us,” Mira suggested, though she didn’t sound convinced either.

They turned back to you in unison. You were still standing there, watching them like they were the ones acting weird—because they were.

“Uhh… if you’re not part of the crew, you really shouldn’t be back here,” you said again, firmer this time. 

Then something clicked.

“Oh! Are you guys fans of Saja Boys?” you asked, suddenly chipper.

They all paused, glanced at each other, then nodded in awkward unison.

“Y–yes…” the girl with the braids began, “I’m Rumi, I’m a big fan of… their leader.”

You stare at her, holding back an eye-roll.

Jinu? Seriously? Ew.

But you forced a smile. “Oh, that’s nice! He’s a fantastic leader and vocalist.”

Fantastic my ass. Guy doesn’t even know how to use a phone.

You turned to the other two. They were still staring at each other.

“I’m Zoey,” the dark-haired one said finally. “My bias is, uhh… mhmm… probably… all?”

Mira jumped in quickly, “Y–yeah! Same! Just… can’t choose.”

You squinted a little, looking at them slightly suspicious.

They all start sweating on the inside, praying you didn’t catch on their lie.

You didn’t.

“Oh, I get that! I was totally an OT stan in most groups too. Believe me, I could not choose just one.”

You were already filled with the joy of finally getting to talk about something normal for once. But before you could gush about your past bias list, your phone started ringing.

You took it out of your pocket and glanced at the screen.

The bathhouse. 

The one the boys begged you to reserve for their “relaxation” after this oh-so-hectic day.

Yeah, right.

Try managing five full-grown actual demons who act like children—then we’ll talk about who’s having a “hectic” day.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this. Good luck getting pics with the guys!” you said quickly, flashing a fist pump. “Fighting!” you added in a whisper-shout before answering the call.

“Hi, yes, this is Saja Boys’ manager,” you said as you walked off, heading toward the exit to take the call in private—completely unaware of the confused and slight suspicious looks HUNTR/X were giving you as you walked out the door.

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The call took longer than you expected.

You’re now walking back to the set, checking the time and realizing they’ve probably wrapped up the live show already. As you make your way down the hallway, your mind drifts back to the three girls you saw earlier.

Is it just you, or did they look weirdly familiar? Like you’d seen them somewhere before, but for the life of you, you can’t pinpoint where or when.

While you’re distracted, completely lost in thought, someone suddenly lifts you off the ground, and you shriek from the shock of being picked up.

The next thing you know, you’re slung over someone’s shoulder—your face pressed awkwardly against their back like a sack of potatoes.

“What the—Abby?!” you yell, clutching onto whatever fabric you can grab, because one wrong move and you’re absolutely going to eat pavement.

“Hey, Manager,” he says casually—while running.

“Why are you running?! What’s going on??” you shout, trying to steady your voice even as your head spins from the sheer velocity. Being carried like this is already bad enough, but this man is sprinting.

And holy shit, he’s carrying you like you weigh absolutely nothing.

“Long story short, the demon hunters were waiting for us backstage then followed us to the bathhouse,” you hear someone else say—somewhere ahead of you. “Now we’re running from them.”

You squint, trying to lift your head and see who the hell is talking, but yeah—no. You’re upside down and it’s not happening.

“Uhh… who—”

“Romance,” the voice says coolly, as if he wasn’t running as well.

“Romance! Uh, yeah…” you start to reply, but it’s kind of hard to keep a conversation going when your blood is rushing to your head and your life is flashing before your eyes.

Wait.

Did he just say demon hunters?

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first, it was your outfit. he looked you up and down and went, 

“really? you’re wearing that in the 21st century?”

excuse you, king of fashion from the joseon dynasty. who are you to judge? it’s not like he time-traveled from a palace to start critiquing your finds from a sale.

second, he kept putting your things out of reach. your phone? suddenly on the top shelf. your clipboard? behind the couch. your pencil? under his chair, on purpose. you swear he's testing your limits, or plotting your downfall.

then came the tripping. oh, you needed to walk across the room? not on his watch. his legs are everywhere, strategically stretched out like some runway trap. you tripped so many times you started checking for banana peels, ghosts, lasers. nope, just jinu, smirking like the devil.

but the fourth incident? that was the final straw, cherry on top, icing on the cake.

lunch time with the boys, as you sat down, thinking today would be normal. wrong. a food war broke out like it was a birthday party for feral children. you tried your best to restore peace, to be the mature one.

what did jinu do? used you as a human shield.

abby hurled a chunk of chocolate cake aimed at jinu’s face and…it landed squarely on yours. full facial coverage, no need for foundation or setting powder. you were cake, you became cake.

the room fell silent, dead silent and suddenly the temperature dropped drastically.

“uh-oh…” “uh-oh? i’ll show you uh-oh.”

scolding them so hard, they cleaned the room faster than soda pop climbed the charts. but not before you casually wiped a thick streak of icing off your cheek… and smeared it across jinu’s expensive jacket.

revenge is really best served sweet.

ABS, LIPSTICK AND YOUR SOUL so today it was just you and abby, because he had a solo photoshoot scheduled for a magazine. and since you’re technically his manager, also part-time stylist and personal chef, you had to tag along in case anything went wrong.

what actually went wrong was the photographer taking one look at you and deciding: 

"yes, her. she’s a star, i want her too."

the man went full runway visionary on the spot, saying things like “match made in heaven”, “too hot to handle”, “this is a renaissance in the modeling world”.

you blinked, abby blinked, and before you knew it, boom, he was unbuttoning his see through white shirt like he did every day.

he didn’t even hesitate. just popped it open, revealing his abs like a smooth criminal. the makeup artists, who you swear were too excited, rushed in to dust glitter on his stomach for more angelic effect. meanwhile, someone shoved you into a beautiful white dress that honestly made you feel like a fairy about to get tricked into marriage.

lights, camera, action!

the first pose was quite intimate. abby’s sitting on the floor, legs bent, slightly leaning back and you’re straddling one of his legs, sitting upright, facing him. your hand’s on his shoulder. it’s giving soft launch, but also someone help me, i didn’t sign up for this.

for pose two the photographer himself wanted you to wrap an arm around his neck. okay, sure. your other hand rests on his chest. he’s standing beside you now, arm around your waist like it belongs there.

then the final shot. one word: scandalous.

you lean in with a bright red lipstick, pressing a kiss to his cheek. abby’s standing shirtless, tie loosened, covered in lipstick marks you just left, like a walking crime scene. he’s smirking, you’re literally dying.

after the last shutter clicks, you finally exhale. it’s over. it’s finally over. you glance at abby, and—oh no.

he’s already looking at you. soft, playful, with daring eyes glowing just a little too golden under the lights.

you look away, cheeks heating up like someone turned the studio into a hot sauna. this was not on your job description, but if viral couple shoots boost popularity, so be it.

“do i… have something on my face?” “no, you’re just pretty.”

manager-nim.exe has stopped working. please restart the system.

and then, oh god no, he brushes his thumb over your lip, gentle, casual, almost like a husband to a bride on their honeymoon. your stomach does an olympic-level backflip. why is he like this? why are his eyes so shiny? why do you feel like you’re being hypnotized?

but just like that, everything goes back to normal.

“can you move, princess?” “abby, you’re the one who wrapped your hands around my waist.” “yeah, but i want to change now.”

spoiler alert: he does not change. he just wanted to see if you’d let go first, which you didn't.

PINK SWEATER HEART MOUNTAIN you have gone through every circle of hell at this point, and it’s only monday. just because you’re technically responsible for them doesn’t mean you’re responsible for everything. or so you told yourself, before you ended up in the middle of someone’s personal closet apocalypse.

how did you get here? good question, you want to know as well.

one moment you were helping sort outfits in romance’s room, like the helpful little assistant you are, and the next, you were buried alive under a landslide of pastel cardigans, suspiciously sparkly pants, and a very aggressive pink sweater with a heart knitted on the front.

you tried to fight for survival, you really did. you kicked, but flailed. screamed once and eventually accepted your fate. your body now belonged to the great pink void. you would be remembered only by the faint echo of your last sigh and the perfume cloud left behind.

what’s the point of living anyway? you were gone. this was it. this was how it ends. goodbye cruel world. goodbye daylight. goodbye life outside of knitwear. merging with the universe, consumed by fashion.

until, hallelujah, a light shone upon your face.

“angel? where did you go?”

a voice. a very sweet voice. could it be... heaven? have you become an angel already? yes, that must be it. the light was warm, comforting, like a divine flame. this was surely heaven’s gate, or maybe it was just romance standing above you like some celestial being sent by the coco chanel gods.

“oh, there you are! you really got yourself buried under sweater mountain, huh?”

he was grinning down at you, you blink at him slowly. is he real? is this a hallucination?

to test this, he leans down and pinches your cheeks. not hard, just soft enough to make you mildly regret ever helping him organize his closet.

then, he offered you a hand. you took it, obviously, because one, he was literally your only way out, and two, you’re not immune to how annoyingly pretty he is.

“i think you’ve suffered enough for one day.”

you mumble something, still spiritually disoriented, because after all, you just came back from the dead.

“we’re going out,” “is it a date?” “depends. are you paying?” “no?” “then yeah, it’s a date. my treat.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but he was already leading you toward the door like some prince rescuing a very confused damsel. you’re still not totally sure what’s happening, but you’re upright, and he’s holding your hand, and that’s a win in your book.

also, he smells really nice. like strawberries and vanilla. honestly, you might let the sweaters bury you again if it means he’ll save you like that.

GOSSIP, CUDDLES AND NAP TIME secretly, mystery was your favorite of the saja boys. not that you’d ever admit it out loud. but it’s just with him, you could finally have a moment of peace and quiet. no screaming, no cake aimed at your face, no wardrobe meltdowns, or someone trying to turn your life into a k-drama.

no abs, no jinu. especially no jinu.

“i swear, if jinu makes one more comment about my outfit, i’m going to wear a potato sack to the next shoot on purpose,”

pacing back and forth across the room like a lawyer waiting for the final verdict awarded to the criminals that are your boys.

“like, i'm sorry, not all of us wake up with perfect hair and tons of designer clothes.”

mystery is sitting quietly on the couch, half-focused on a random magazine that was on the small table, when he was about to say something supportive. maybe something wise, or one of his usual gentle one-liners—

“and don’t even get me started on abby! my lips are still tinted red from that photoshoot. my soul is sparkling from glitter clothes. i sneezed and it looked like a unicorn and a fairy vomited on me.”

he closes his mouth. okay, not the right time.

“romance buried me in sweaters this morning! i almost didn’t make it back alive…also i’m officially traumatized from the color pink.”

you keep pacing. mystery's not surprised, because you do this often when you're overwhelmed. but today’s energy is especially chaotic and exhausting.

finally, you collapse next to him with a dramatic sigh, like the weight of everyone's ridiculousness has finally drained you to the max.

“why are they like this? why am i like this? why are you not like this? actually, don’t answer that.”

mumbling, leaning back and looking at the ceiling like it holds answers to what causes your spiritual pain. the long haired boy just smiles a little, that soft, curve of his lip reassuring you that everything is okay.

you start talking again, softer now. still half-ranting, half-reflecting. something about shoes, cake fights, and jinu’s long legs. then, the words start to come out slowly from you, the energy dips. your voice fades into soft hums and sleepy murmurs. eventually, there’s nothing at all.

he glances down and sees your head gently resting on his shoulder.

oh, you’ve fallen asleep mid-rant again.

he shifts slightly, careful not to wake you, and reaches for the thin blanket draped over the side of the couch. he lays it over your body, tucking it just enough to keep you warm.

mystery leans back, magazine forgotten, letting you rest. peace and quiet, just the two of you. honestly, it’s kind of perfect.

“sleep well, (name)-ssi…”

THE TIKTOK INCIDENT messing around after hours in the practice room with the camera propped on a chair, shirt falling off your shoulder, no makeup, and doing the soda pop choreo like some broke university student who’s had 3 hours of sleep and 5 iced coffees. you weren't even trying to look good for the video, just wanted to test the lighting and have fun like a normal human being. it was meant to stay in your drafts.

except, someone got a hold of your phone because you accidentally left it unlocked.

you should’ve known something was up when baby was too quiet for too long and then started giggling in the corner like a gremlin. you didn’t think much of it until a few hours later when your phone blew up with notifications, mentions, edits, even fanpages. and a trending hashtag.

#SodaPop_Challenge

#SajaPrincess_Challenge

“you did what?” “oops~” “baby i'm going to—” “love and spoil me? I know.”

the video went viral with people starting to learn your version of the choreo. performing it with the boys on live stages as not part of the plans on your schedule. fans said you danced better than half the idols debuting this year.

but the maknae didn’t stop there. no, no. he dug deeper and went through all your drafts.

and there it was, one video that caught his eye. you in a fitted dress, heels, makeup, hair done. looking drop-dead stunning, like a princess.

he blinked, stared, panicked. who was this goddess and what did she do with his manager?

so naturally, he did what he does best: tell lies.

“jinu said you need to dress formally for an event tomorrow.” “why didn’t jinu tell me himself?” “he's busy. something about…non-functional soda pop from the vending machine” “okay…”

so imagine the chaos when you walk into the practice room in heels and a short dress, looking like you’re about to attend the met gala red carpet.

saja boys turned into frozen boys.

romance drops his water bottle, abby walks into a wall, jinu nearly chokes, mystery mutters under his breath, and baby is smug. mission accomplished.

“wait… why aren’t you dressed up?” “dress up for what?”

the anger you had inside you when you looked at baby and he immediately hid behind abby. he was very lucky that he was cute.

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the long game. the weight of shame woven through every performance, every comeback; he carried all, the knowledge that everyone who had ever loved he and his group were doomed to fall soon. afterall, he was the one who first proposed this plan to gwi-ma.

centuries of being stuck in hell made him smarter. it allowed to become observant. patient. it took many, agonizing years for him to come up with this plan. the process was slow and doubtful, he wasn't sure if it would even work. but in return, he got a taste of freedom on the surface. limited, but still there and not ten feet under. he managed to strike a deal with gwi-ma once more for a chance to forget everything—a deal so tempting that gwi-ma didn't think twice and sent him up here with four other demons like him.

and tonight, it was meant to be the crowning moment of it all.

he had successfully broken up the huntrix. all of south korea's eyes were on them. the stadium was booked, overflowing with people. it was going to be a feast, exactly like how gwi-ma wanted it.

south korea. the vibrant, foolish south korea would fall into gwi-ma’s open jaws tonight.

he watches from behind the stage as the crowd poured in mindlessly, completely filling in the seats. his heart pounds against his ears as guilt and shame pulled at his soul. centuries cannot erase the fact that he had a heart once.

but everything was in place. there wss no room for hesitation.

jinu's eyes wandered towards you who was standing not far off, talking to some of his members.

you were not like them. you were a mortal. their manager who applied unknowingly when they were looking for one. humans assigned to oversee them during their performance and take care of them behind the scenes.

jinu admits that their lives on the surface was somehow easier with your help.

but mortals were just disposable tools. you were helpful, yes, but in the end, you were just being used for what you were worth—just like the five of them. later, tonight, you'd lose your soul to gwi-ma too.

but jinu isn't sure if he's okay with that at all.

mystery thinks you were something.

something. in a sense that you didn't feel like human at all.

from the beginning, there had been something off about you. a picture perfect resume that seemed too good to be true. when you looked at then, there was something about your gaze that reminded him of something familiar. you were calm. almost cold, even.

the members all think it too.

and they'd study you, of course.

perhaps, there were mortals out there just like you—the epitome of professionalism. you stand tall, straight, unbothered of their shenanigans. you were smart and precise and controlled. you handled them all like a conductor guiding chaos.

but sometimes, baby thinks, when he looked at you, there was a flicker of moment where your eyes didn't look human.

baby always thought it was his imagination. a trick of light. he might not be as smart as jinu was, but he was observant to a fault. yet, despite the things he'd seen, he would brush it off.

he noticed the way you'd enter the room, foot light despite the creaking floor. romance even commented that you could kill them if you so wanted to, because they wouldn't know you were behind them if they didn't physically look at you.

or how you always seemed to know where each of them were, even without looking. abby once hid himself in a prop room for half an hour, and while the rest of the staff was in a frenzy, you just sighed and walked directly to him. no hesitation in your foosteps as you popped the room open without no problem.

baby thinks you're some kind of witch. that, or you're just really good at your job.

mystery said you never even blinked once. everyone was confused why he knew that but eventually, found themselves staring at you and waiting for you to blink too.

mystery said alot of things that they never really thought to notice, actually. how, despite your organized self, your handwriting would change slightly depending on what time of day it was. never consistent, like a baby learning how to write. no one really cares about it—who cares about how you wrote? they all have ugly penmanship anyway.

still, even with all the signs, they never really believed. because you laughed too easily. you seemed too human despite all that was accused of you. you bitched about brand deals like a mortal. hell, you even threatened to fire jinu once—jinu, of all people—for showing up late to dance practice and called him 'a pretty face with the emotional intelligence of a spoon.'

and you knew this. it wasn't hard to figure out there were all suspecting you. their eyes lingered far too long than normal and sometimes, without subtlety, they would even ask bluntly of your nature. "manager-nim, are you sure you're human?" you never bothered to answer, it wasn't part of your job to entertain them, afterall.

you were never supposed to care.

gwi-ma had made that very clear when he summoned you from the depths of hell and branded your purpose into your spine.

“watch them,” he had hissed, his flames licked at your skin and stretched towards the sky. “watch them, and ensure they do not forget who they serve.”

you weren't sent to assist. you weren't sent to nurture, to guide, or to scold like some babysitter for little children.

no, you were a leash. a dog. gwi-ma's eyes on the surface.

disguised as a manager, you were his eyes and ears. a reminder that even when they walked freely on earth, hell was still watching. hell was listening. and hell had expectations.

you were merely following orders.

for the first few weeks of handling them, you did your job with ruthless efficiency. scheduled their concerts and performances, making sure they were on top of everything, plastered in every billboard across cities. you even vetted photographers, producers, even stylists, eliminating anyone who got too close. you ensured the boys remained beautiful and loved, because that's what the public wants. monsters dressed in silk.

but things had began to shift.

what was second nature to you was slowly being overwritten with laughters and gentle voices.

you had grown soft.

you had grown to care. alot.

it was subtle at first. a glimmer of amusement when abby started re-writing lyrics to make his members laugh during a recording. a flicker of pride when mystery would hit a high note and the crowd would eat it up, his name trending on ever social media platforms there was. they were all starting to grow on you. slowly grilpimg at your heart.

you tried to stay cold and indifferent. you were all just trying to fulfill your missions, afterall.

but they kept worming into your days and nights, these demons and their silly little quirks. they were cruel and chaotic and charming and so deeply lonely. they reminded you of yourself. and—shit, you really are going soft, huh?

perhaps, living as a human for a few months made you forget you weren't one.

and gwi-ma noticed.

of course he did.

he always did.

it began with the whispers; claws of voices curling in your ears in the dead of night, hissing your name like a curse. louder than before as they ring against your ears. then the burning of every part of your body where patterns branded your skin, reminding you who you belonged to.

you don’t feel.

you watch.

that was he ordered and what he expected of you.

but something inside you had already begun to crack. maybe it was jinu’s unspoken glances, concern flickering in his eyes when you become distant for a while. maybe it was abby's dumb, loyal grin when you keep yelling at him for messing up. maybe, maybe maybe.

maybe it was the way they looked at you like you were someone. that you were more than just a dog on a leash or a demon imp.

the concert began as planned.

the five of them were onstage, leading the crowd like gods as they swayed mindlessly towards gwi-ma's roaring flame. the broken seal of the honmoon pulsed weakly as it slowly dispersed.

but somehow, in some way, the demon hunters managed to resurface them. all their efforts in breaking them up were in vein as the huntrix stood across them on stage, weapons drawn as they stared straight at them. taunting them to continue.

you watched from behind as two opposing forces fought. gwi-ma ripping open a portal at the center to summon thousands of demons to try and deter the huntrix, only for them to fail.

you swore your heart raced the moment the boys moved to fight. your boys.

they moved fast. the huntrix wasted no time in attacking, tearing through the flesh of your own kind. their screams echoing and bouncing against the walls of the stadium. the hunters' weapons gleaming, reflecting gwi-ma's red flames.

you stayed rooted on your spot, watching with baited breath as your boys were sent flying towards the hunters; no doubt ordered by gwi-ma. jinu stood behind, however, watching the disaster unfold as he grapples against his doubts and beliefs.

your breath hitched, something primal clawing up your throat as abby’s scream tore through the air. somewhere to your left, he bellowed—a sound that was more beast than the charming man he was—and crumpled forward, clutching at his abdomen where a long gash leaked red down his bare torso. the glow from the hunter’s blade still hissed against his skin, searing his flesh with every movement. he tried to stand, but stumbled, knees buckling.

romance was already there, arms wrapped around him. “i got you, you oaf,” he muttered under his breath, dragging abby away as far as he could.

jinu’s eyes were burning holes into the collapsing wreckage, watching as he fellow brothers started to fall. he shouldn't have underestimated them. they shouldn't have thought it would be this easy.

he turns to look at you who stood from behind the stage, heart clenching at the look of horror stricken on your face. a part of him was scared to see hoe you looked at them now that you knew what they were, but a part of him was also asking for help.

it's funny, right? a demon asking help from human.

it felt like he was back in the studio again, pleading at you to help him fix things whenever he messed up. you were their manager—the one who always supported them from the back. you were always there whenever they needed help with something. kind of like an older sister, a mother, perhaps, who kept an eye on them and protected them from rhe world.

jinu felt like a child, but somewhere deep down, as he stares at you, he was pleading.

that look in his eyes broke you. you couldn’t look at him for long.

not when baby screamed something guttural and threw himself toward jinu, who seemed to be out of his goddamn mind, shoving him out of the way in an attempt to take the blade meant for him.

you moved before your mind could catch up, body propelled by instinct. you find yourself on the center of the stage, holding rumi's blade between your claws as you struggled to keep it from tearing through your flesh. your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as your tattoos flared on your skin.

your body shook with the impact as the hunter stared at you in shock, only to press down harder, forcing you back a step. then another.

your feet slid across the polished stage. your human skin was slowly fafing giving way to the patterns that you wanted to erase. they flared up like burning brands across your body. purple, curling like the ink of some divine script across your arms, your neck, your face. your claws, long and black scraping against the metal of the hunter's spear.

"a... demon...?" you hear baby whisper from behind you, crouching beside jinu who only looked at you in disbelief.

you didn’t turn around, but you felt them.

all five. the demons–your demons, bruised and breathless and bleeding, now behind you instead of in front. safe, for now.

baby crouched beside jinu, wide-eyed, watching the scene like he was watching a dream unravel in real time. jinu… still sat in silence, eyes trained on your back like he was trying to redraw every memory he’d ever had of you and failing to make the puzzle fit.

you gritted your teeth, holding the blade in place as it inched closer and closer to your chest.

rumi’s expression twisted into one of fury. “you were one of his.” her voice shook. “a demon. you’re gwi-ma’s.”

"get out of the way!" you pressed back, voice trembling but loud enough to be heard. you don't address the hunters, not bothering to dignify her with a response, instead you screamed. "get your fucking asses up and move, you idiots!"

the boys stirred, looking at each other. romance was the first to spea, limping forward on his injured foot that still has yet to heal, his lip split but still had the audacity to grin. “okay. that’s hot. but also—someone help our manager?!”

mystery stood up, dragging abby along with him. the long gash on the red-hair's abdomen was slowly being stitched together—very painfully slow. “they're stalling. come one, we have to go.”

“you heard them. we're in the way,” abby snarled, struggling to stand up despite his fellow demon's support. "let's move and come up with another plan."

"jinu?"

all four turned towards jinu, their leader, who has yet to move an inch. he merely stared at your back, his eyes trailing the purple patterns that decorated your skin were the fabric of your clothes.

"jinu? let's go, man."

there was only ringing in his ears until you whispered; your voice raw and trembling, muscles shaking, arms slowly giving way. "jinu, please, you have to move."

rumi watched it all unfold, her hold on her spear faltering. demons, just like her, yet with feelings so raw that it made them look so humane. her eyes flickered from you towards the five who looked at her in fear and she wonders what were they fighting for all this time.

gwi-ma roars in fury from behind you, cackling and taunting as his flames stretched high. she hears her friends from behind her, fighting off more demons being summoned, slowly getting tired and overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. and she sees you, who struggled to keep yourself from breaking just to be able to protect people you cherished so much to break free from gwi-ma's binding.

maybe, she thought, not all demons are that bad.

because nothing she’d been taught, nothing she’d been raised to believe, ever told her that demons could love. not this way. not raw and desperate and selfless. the look in your eyes were anything but malice. you didn't want to hurt, but driven on a primal instinct to protect.

she could see your knees quivering, shoulders locked in pain. the patterns that seemed to be burning your skin, adding to the pain of her blade scrapimg your palm. you weren’t going to last much longer. you were breaking the seal that gwi-ma had carved into your soul, and it was killing you.

but you did it anyway. for them.

she looked again—at jinu who was looking at you in desparation. all five demons, who she believed to be cold-blooded and cruel and evil, scrambling to find ways to help you.

and rumi faltered.

the burning light of her spear dimmed, just slightly, as her grip loosened because she understood something then. something she’d been too blinded to see.

not all demons are the same.

not when you looked like that.

not when they looked at you like that.

maybe, she thought, just maybe, everything they’d believed—everything they’d fought for—wasn’t black and white after all.

not when the devil’s puppet was the one bleeding to protect others.

not when the “monsters” cowered behind you like scared children.

not when love looked like this.

and with all the force she could muster, rumi shoved you backward.

you yelped as your feet left the ground, tumbling back toward the five boys who instinctively reached for you. arms wrapped around you in an attempt to catch you. baby caught your shoulders and mystery pulled you in. jinu, eyes wide, cradled your head so you didn’t hit the stage. you crashed into them like fate pulling you back into place.

you turn to find her rushing towards gwi-ma instead.

a human fighting for the sake of demons.

The sleek glass doors shut behind you with a soft hiss.

Click.

You inhale—shallow, sharp. Straighten your blouse. Will your hands to stop shaking. The receptionist gives you a polite nod and disappears.

Then it’s just you… and the door.

You can feel the weight of it. Of what’s behind it. 

The silence. The pressure.

You already know who’s waiting.

The Saja Boys.

Five idols who rose from nowhere and took the industry by storm.

Unreachable. 

Unstoppable. 

Too perfect to be human.

You take a breath as the door opens.

You don’t feel the tension—not until the door clicks shut and five pairs of eyes lock onto you, all at once.

And suddenly, you feel it.

Something shifts

When she walked in, they didn’t just notice her.

They felt her.

And it nearly destroyed their restraint.

The office is quiet. White walls. Cold lights. Sanitized stillness.

But the moment your foot crosses the threshold—

Five heads turn.

Five bodies go still.

And then— The scent hits them.

You.

Soft. Warm. Theirs.

The bond snaps tight.

Jinu is the first to react.

His spine straightened so fast it felt like lightning shot through it. And for a moment—just one trembling moment—Jinu forgot who he was supposed to be. Forgot the polished idol image, the perfect self-control, the hundreds of rules he’d buried himself beneath.

Because you were standing in front of him.

Soft. Radiant. Meant for him.

Theirs.

“No one moves,” he murmurs to the others, voice like velvet over a blade. “Do not shift. Don’t even breathe.”

Not when you were standing there like that.

Not when his control was already this close to snapping.

His knuckles were white. His thighs were tense under the table. And his eyes—those burning, gold-flickering eyes—never left you.

Beside him, Abby twitches. His nostrils flare. The trademark smirk is gone, replaced by something raw. Animal.

His nostrils flare once.

And then—

He purrs.

A deep, rumbling growl laced with longing and hunger. “Shit,” he breathes, gaze locked to your lips like he wants to feel every sound you’ve ever made. “That smell. It’s her. It’s really her.”

The bond is hitting too fast. Too hard.

Romance’s leg drops from the couch, his body tensing like a current just jolted through him. He blinks once—slowly. Then his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he’s already savoring something forbidden.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, head tipping back for a breath that does nothing to cool him down. “I knew she’d be gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. His hand drags down the front of his slacks, subtly adjusting himself with a hiss through his teeth, his jaw tight.

“But this…” His eyes rake down your body.

“Fuck,” he exhales, jaw tight. His head drops back for a second, and when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark and glazed.

“She’s too much,” he murmurs, voice strained. “One look and I’m already—”

He doesn’t finish.

Doesn’t need to.

The way his fingers linger at his waistband says enough.

“Why do I want to devour her?”

Then his gaze drops. Scans the curve of your thighs, the flutter of your breath, the tremble you’re trying so hard to hide—and he purrs too.

Quieter, but deeper.

Hungrier.

Baby, the one who never shows anything, suddenly pushes up from his seat, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed like he’s fighting something inside himself. 

“Because she’s ours,” he growls. “She’s made of everything we were promised. And we’re not letting her go.”

And Mystery?

Mystery doesn’t rise. He jerks like he’s been burned.

His gaze? Locked on your throat like it’s the only thing in the world he wants to touch, taste, mark.

He breathes in once.

Then purrs.

A long, rumbling, possessive purr that vibrates the air.

“Mate,” he croaks. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Jinu snaps. Quiet. Taut with restraint. His canines peek behind his lips.

You stop mid-step, caught in their collective stare.

Your pulse flutters. Your breath trembles.

Still, you try.

“Um… hello,” you begin softly, forcing a smile. Your fingers tighten on your resume. “My name is—”

But the second your voice breaks the silence—

The sound shatters them.

They all inhale. Hard.

Abby curses under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Oh, fuck. She sounds even better than I imagined.”

You blink. Your cheeks flush.

You’re not sure why it feels like the room is getting smaller, like their stares are pressing against your skin. “I—I’m here for the manager position,” you manage to say, voice wobbling slightly.

Romance lets out a choked moan and grips the back of the couch so hard his knuckles bleach white, clawing into the leather.

“She sounds like heaven,” he groans.” Jinu—fuck—say something. Do something. Before I put her on my lap and—”

“Shut up,” Jinu snaps, golden eyes never leaving you. “Not now. Not yet.”

His voice cracks like a whip, but it’s the only thing keeping Romance from losing it.

Romance doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t pretend to be sorry.

He just licks his lips again, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with hunger.

And his claws?

They’re still embedded in the couch.

Because if they weren’t…

They’d be on you.

His eyes never leave you. Not even for a second.

Mystery makes a sound from deep in his chest—barely a growl, more like a purr, dark and rumbling. His claws are dug into the leather of the armrest, his knuckles pale. The tension in his jaw is brutal.

Baby looks calm, but the white grip of his hand on the table says otherwise. His shoulders are too still. His nostrils flare with every breath you take, like your scent is coating his lungs.

He looks starved.

And Jinu…

Jinu doesn’t move. But his fingers flex—once—on the table. His claws extend, clicking softly against the wood.

They don't blink.

They don't breathe.

The air is suffocating—saturated with your scent, your voice, the unmistakable tension of a bond that has already begun wrapping around all of you.

You shift slightly, heart stuttering.

Their stares don’t just watch.

They burn.

“She’s shaking already,” Abby murmurs with a slow, hungry grin. “Cute.”

You flinch.

Your fingers tighten around your resume. Your shoulders twitch. Your knees feel like they might give.

You didn't mean to react.

But gods—you did.

You’re flushed. Too warm. Your breath catches in your throat and you swear you can feel every pair of eyes on your skin.

Romance inhales slowly like he’s savoring your scent. “She likes it,” he says softly. “She’s trembling because of us.”

Abby hums behind him. “Of course she does.” His voice drops to a near-growl. “She feels the pull. Even if she doesn’t understand it yet—her body does.”

Your soul knows.

Your pulse flutters so hard it aches.

You open your mouth to speak, desperate to ground yourself. “I—um, I’m here for the—”

You can’t finish. Your voice fails.

And that’s when one of the staff—smirking, oblivious—laughs from the back of the room.

“Seriously? She’s already shaking just from being looked at? She won’t last a day around idols if she’s this weak.”

You didn’t mean to react. 

Just a twitch. Shoulders tightening. Eyes dropping for a second.

And they noticed it.

The world… snaps.

The change is immediate. Violent. Silent.

Jinu doesn’t speak.

He turns.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

His golden gaze slices the air—sharp, frozen, lethal.

Romance’s smirk drops.

His head tilts. His eyes go cold.

“He thinks he’s funny,” Romance says. The venom is quiet—but unmistakable. “That’s cute.”

Mystery growls.

Actually growls. A low, animalistic sound that vibrates in his chest and makes the walls seem too thin. He doesn't blink. He stares the man down like a predator tracking prey.

And for a second—just a flash—you thought you saw fangs.

What… what are they?

The temperature in the room drops. The lights seem too bright now. The air too thin.

Abby doesn’t even try to hide it. He stands, rolling his shoulders with a crack. The heat that pours off him makes the room feel too small.

“You’re lucky she’s still here,” he says, teeth bared in a grin that’s all hunger and threat. “We’re already holding back more than you deserve.”

Baby doesn’t say much. But the way he moves from leaning to standing—slowly, deliberately—makes the message clear.

Back off.

You can't move. You can barely breathe.

Their fury isn’t just protective—it’s obsessive.

It’s possessive in the way fire consumes everything it touches.

You blink—your whole body trembling now—and the worst part?

You love it.

Jinu tilts his head slightly, the gold in his eyes catching the light just right.

“Everyone out,” he says.

Silence.

“This is a closed meeting now,” Jinu continues, voice low, firm. Final. “You weren’t invited to speak. And you won’t again.”

The manager hesitates. Opens his mouth. Closes it.

The others around him begin to shuffle out—no one looking back. Not one of them dares meet your eyes. Or theirs.

And the second the door clicks shut—

Silence returns.

But now… it's heavier. Hotter.

You don’t move. You don’t even breathe too loudly.

Not when five of the most powerful idols in the industry—men the world worships—are staring at you like they want to devour you.

Not with their fans.

Not with their fame.

With something deeper.

Darker.

Their eyes are all different, but every pair is locked on you.

You stood in the center of it—fingers clenched, heart pounding like it wanted out of your chest.

Abby’s hand twitched at his side. He stared like he was holding himself together with raw instinct alone.“I need to touch her,” he breathed, and it wasn’t a question.

“We found her,” Baby muttered, like he still couldn’t believe it. His voice was a hush, reverent. “We found our mate.”

The words settled. Sank. The room grew darker. Heavier. The bond pulling tight like it was breathing through them.

Jinu’s command cracked through the air like ice. “Control yourselves.” But even his voice trembled now. His smile was cracking, fangs just starting to peek through as the gold in his eyes gleamed brighter.

Romance moved first.

Not fast. Not reckless.

Predatory.

A slow, deliberate circle—his body a storm winding around the eye. You. He inhaled, deep and shaky, like your scent was feeding him.

He reached up, fingers brushing your lips. So gentle it made you shiver. He tilted your chin just enough to study your mouth, the tremble in your lashes, the flush rising beneath your skin.

“So soft,” he murmured, the words like silk against your flesh.

Then lower—closer

“This mouth…”

His thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“…Do you even know what it does to us?”

You try to step back.

But there’s no room.

Abby’s already behind you, body heat pressing in, his chest flush against your back—broad, hard, unyielding.

His palm slid over your waist.

Slow. 

Possessive.

Intentional.

Not quite touching—just enough to make your breath hitch.

He leaned in. His breath kissed your neck. “She smells too fucking good,” he growls, almost pained.

His lips grazed your skin. A feather-soft press. Like he needed to memorize you by taste.

You whimper

The smallest sound. A breath, barely audible.

But it’s enough.

Enough to snap the fragile tension in the room like glass.

Abby shudders violently behind you. His grip on your waist tightens. “There it is,” he growls into your hair. “Say it again, angel. Make it for me. That perfect little sound.”

Romance groaned like it physically hurt. “Don’t do that,” he said, voice cracking as his hand cupped your jaw. “Don’t make that sound unless you’re ready to be ruined.”

Behind you, Abby cursed under his breath, lips brushing your ear. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to us.”

And then they purred.

A deep, thrumming sound that vibrates through your spine, into your ribs, into your skull. It surrounds you. Drowns you. Fills your chest with heat and pressure and need.

And your mind?

Your mind is no longer safe.

You were made for them.

You belong to them.

You gasped.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Romance whispered, dragging a single finger down your throat. “That pull. That ache. You don’t even know why you need us… but you do.”

Your knees buckled—and Abby caught you.

Strong arms curled around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. “Say it,” he growled into your hair. “Tell us what you need.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you gasped, voice trembling, eyes wide.

You didn’t understand what was happening.

Why your body was so aware of theirs.

Why your chest ached.

Behind Romance, Mystery shifts.

A low, rumbling purr vibrates from his chest—feral and drawn out. His golden eyes are glowing now. He hasn’t moved an inch, but the air around him crackles with the tension of someone on the edge.

“She’s submitting,” he rasps, voice ragged. “She doesn’t even know it yet.”

Romance hums low in his throat close to a purr.  “Oh, she knows. Look at her.”

His fingers trail down your throat again, slower this time. Teasing. Taunting “Her body knows who she belongs to. Look at her. She likes it.”

The pressure is building. Your thighs squeeze together. You’re burning from the inside out and the only thing that will fix it is them.

And in your mind—

Something curls. Something gives in.

Be a good girl for them.

Let go.

You’re already theirs.

And then you say it.

Soft. Broken. Barely a whisper.

“Please.”

Every single one of them reacts.

Romance lets out a trembling exhale, teeth flashing behind his parted lips. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, lips parting in awe. “Good girl… give us more of that.”

Abby freezes behind you, fingers pressing tighter into your waist like he's anchoring himself to your skin.

Baby flinches. His shoulders tense, and for a second—just a second—something in his skin glows. Flickers. Twitches.

You see something dark shimmer beneath the surface. Something barely restrained.“Shit,” he hisses. “They’re triggering it.”

Baby’s jaw is tight, his golden eyes sharp and gleaming.

He doesn’t touch you. Not yet.

But he watches you like you’re already his to ruin.

“More,” Mystery hisses. His voice is low, feral, close. Too close. You don’t know when he moved behind you, but now you feel him. His heat. His breath. The sharp scrape of claw grazing your hip. “Let her make that sound again.”

Romance’s hands hover at your waist, trembling with restraint. “Do it again, baby,” he purrs, voice thick. “Be a good girl for us. Let us hear what we do to you.”

Abby leans in, lips brushing the curve of your neck so softly it steals your breath. “Beg, pretty girl,” he growls into your skin. “Come on. Give it to us.”

Your thighs press together, involuntarily. Your breath shudders.

“P-Please—” you choke, voice breaking as your lashes flutter. You don’t even know what you’re asking for anymore. Just that you need it.

Abby buries his face in your hair. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he growls. “She doesn’t even know what that word does to us.”

Romance groans like it physically hurts.

He drags one hand up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just enough for his lips to hover by yours—so close, so warm. Not kissing. Just owning the space around you.

“Please what?”

Baby steps closer, suddenly in front of you, his voice velvet and burning. “Say it again, sweetheart.” His eyes lock onto yours, pupils blown wide. “Say what you’re begging for.”

You can’t look at him.

You can’t look at any of them.

“I—” You swallow. “I don’t know what’s happening. I just—please…”

You whimper again, soft and desperate.

And it breaks something.

Romance makes a low, pained sound like it hurts to hold back. “Fuck. She’s begging.”

“I can’t take it,” Abby growls, low and raw, and buries his face in your neck like he’s seconds from sinking his teeth in. “She smells like she wants us to ruin her.”

“She does,” Mystery rumbles, his voice raw. “She wants it. She wants us.”

And then you hear it.

Them.

All of them.

Purring.

Low. Vibrational. Possessive.

It rolls from their chests like thunder held on a leash. The kind of sound that wraps around your spine and makes you tremble.

You melt.

Jinu hasn’t moved from the center of the room. But his jaw is clenched, and his golden eyes are molten. “She’s trembling,” he says. “Don’t make her afraid.”

“She’s not afraid,” Abby murmurs. “She’s aroused.”

And gods, you are.

You wish they were wrong.

You wish your thighs weren’t pressed together, your skin flushed and burning.

But they know.

They feel it.

And when Romance finally dips low enough to brush his lips against your shoulder—

You let out the softest, most desperate little moan that’s ever left your throat.

And that’s the end of it.

Their composure cracks.

“Shit,” Abby snarls, stepping in tighter against you, practically caging you with his heat.

“You keep making that sound,” Romance murmurs, voice thick with restraint as he leans in. His lips brush beneath your ear, soft and deliberate. “And we’re going to lose it.”

He presses a kiss just under your jaw. Then another, slower, lower—trailing heat along your throat. Not your lips. Not yet.

His hand cradles the back of your neck, firm and possessive. “Is that what you want, pretty girl?” he breathes against your skin. “To see what happens when we stop holding back?”

“No,” you whisper.

Yes.

Mystery growls—the real kind this time, low and guttural. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Already learning how to submit.

“Say it,” Baby commands, his voice rough now. “Say you’re ours.”

The bond tightens like a noose.

You’re burning.

And that’s when Jinu snaps.

You hear the sound before you see it—wood tearing as his claws split through the polished table.

A warning. A command. A fight for control.

“Control yourselves.”he growls, voice dark and shaking. “She’s not ready.”

But you are.

Your body is. Your soul is.

It’s just your nerves that falter.

Your hands tremble when Abby presses close, his chest firm against your back. His breath ghosts over your skin, ragged with restraint, lips hovering just above your neck.

“She was made for this,” he growls, low and aching. “Made to beg. Made to be ours.”

He dips his head—and kisses you.

Slow.

Possessive.

Right beneath your ear.

“Our girl.”

At the same time, Romance steps in close from the front, his fingers cradling your jaw, tilting your chin up for him like you already belong to him. “To be kissed,” he whispers, eyes flicking over every inch of your face like it’s sacred. “To be worshipped.”

“Ours.”

He dips down—not to your lips—but to your throat.

He kisses there first. Then lower.

Across your collarbone.

Your shoulder.

Their mouths move over you in sync—Abby breathing you in behind your ear, Romance trailing heat over your chest, your neck, your jawline. Like you’re something holy. Something that belongs to them.

And you do.

Your mouth parts. The word nearly falls.

You want them. Gods, you want them.

But five bodies. Five voices. Their scents wrapping around you like velvet chains.

The heat. The hunger. 

The bond pulling tighter, tighter—

You’re drowning in them. And you love it.

But your body… can’t take it.

The room closes in. Your chest tightens.

Your body says yes.

Your soul says yes.

But your nerves scream “run.”

You step back again. They feel like fire closing in around you. You barely know them, but your body is already reacting—bonding. “Wait,” you breathe, backing up a step. “I—I need a second—”

Romance’s smile falters. Abby’s fingers twitch.

“Don’t run,” Baby murmurs, his arms are crossed, but his eyes track every breath you take. He shifts like he might move—like he wants to move.

“We won’t hurt you,” Romance says softly. His voice is almost pleading. “Just… don’t leave yet.”

You’re shaking. “I can’t—” you breathe, voice small. “I need to leave.”

And then—before anyone can stop you— You turn.

And you run.

You push past Romance’s arm. Your shoulder brushes his chest. He lets you go, jaw tight, muscles taut like a held scream.

You make it to the door. You reach for the handle—

And behind you, everything erupts.

They move instantly.

“Wait—” Abby’s voice is sharper now, almost a growl. “Where are you—”

Romance reaches for you. Mystery flinches forward.

And then—

“Stop.”

Jinu’s voice cuts through everything like a blade dipped in ice.

Everything freezes.

Even the air feels still—held, tense, burning.

Abby growls. Romance drags both hands through his hair and curses.

Mystery lets out a guttural purr, his claws twitching as he watches the door close behind you.

Baby just exhales sharply, eyes still locked on where you stood. 

“Let her.” Jinu’s voice is calm. Too calm.

A storm held behind golden eyes.

Silence descends.

Heavy.

Trembling.

Abby’s fists curl. His jaw ticks, breath ragged. “She was—she was about to beg again.”

“She was ours in that moment,” Romance snarls, pacing like he’s seconds from shifting. “Her voice—fuck, that sound—do you know what that did to me?”

Mystery hasn’t moved.

But his golden eyes glow with a slow, simmering burn.

His voice, when it comes, is hoarse. Strained. “She ran.”

Baby doesn’t speak. He just watches the door like he can see through it. Like any second she’ll come back through it and throw herself into their arms.

His hands tremble at his sides.

“Let her breathe,” Jinu says quietly—but there’s nothing calm in him anymore. His voice is tight. Controlled. Dangerous. “She doesn’t understand what’s happening yet. But she will.”

No one speaks.

“She’s ours. You smelled it. You felt it. So did she.”  His jaw clenches. His voice dips “And if you chase her now, she’ll run harder.”

Romance paces, frustrated. “She wanted it. She was trembling. You saw her. She was seconds from falling apart for us.”

Abby’s voice is broken. Barely held together. “She made that sound,” he grits out, eyes wide and wild. “That sound that’s going to haunt me. That little whimper. That plea. She gave it to us. And now I can’t fucking breathe without hearing it again.”

They fall silent again.

Not because there’s nothing more to say—

But because the bond has already said it.

Because they can still feel her.

Out in the hallway.

Running.

But tethered.

Tangled.

The bond never breaks. It just tightens.

And gods, she feels it too.

You lean against the wall just out of view, gasping softly, hand to your chest like you’re trying to keep your heart from tearing through your ribs.

They're still inside.

And you feel them.

Their tension. Their desire. Their claim.

Like invisible fingers wrapped around your ribs, pulling.

Their voices echo in your memory.

Say it. 

Beg for it.

Be a good girl for us.

You’re ours now.

Your lips part. Your chest rises. You can barely breathe.

You should be terrified.

But you’re not.

A part of you—deep and trembling and starving—wants to turn around, throw the door open, fall to your knees and whisper what they’ve been aching to hear.

I’m yours.

Back inside, Mystery stiffens.

He lifts his head slowly, golden eyes glowing.

“…She’s still close,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I can feel her. She didn’t leave.”

Jinu’s jaw is locked tight, but the burn in his eyes betrays him. His voice is cold steel wrapped in heat. “She will,” he says. “She’ll try to run. But she’ll crawl back.”

A pause.

“And when she does…”

Abby smiles—slow and terrifying. “We won’t let her leave”

“The bond has already begun,” Jinu says quietly, stepping toward them. “She’s tangled in it as deeply as we are.”

His canines flash. “She feels it too. I know she does.”

This time, no one stops smiling.

No one pretends.

Romance steps toward the door and rests his palm against it, eyes fluttering shut like he’s praying.

But there’s nothing innocent in the prayer. Just hunger.

“When she comes back,” he says softly, “we take her.”

Abby growls deep in his chest. “No more soft touches. No more teasing her with what we could give.” He steps forward, voice dark with promise. “Next time, she gets everything.”

A low, rumbling purr vibrates from Baby’s chest. “Everything she begged for,” he murmurs, voice like silk-wrapped sin. “And everything her pretty little body’s still too shy to admit it needs.”

Jinu turns, his golden eyes flickering with something dark and endless.

“No matter how far she runs…”

His lips curve—not a smile. Something deeper. Hungrier. Fated.

“…she’s already ours.”

A beat.

A breath.

Then, lower—richer—deadly tender

“And we’ve been hers from the second she stepped into this room.”

They don’t chase.

Not tonight.

But the heat of their restraint crackles in the air like lightning about to strike. Their bodies are tight with the need to move. Their teeth ache to sink in. Their hands are still open, waiting—aching—to feel you again.

And when you come back—because you will—

they’ll be ready.

Not to ask. Not to beg.

To claim.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn! 

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned. 

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely. 

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air. 

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac. 

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.